You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
KehjetRaidan: Physically....
AdmiralGem has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: ::coughs:: I made it...
DrJzrynMcCorvich: Not mentally . . .
VAdm Sankoh: Gem! What a pleasant surprise!
KehjetRaidan: You can't expect too much.
DrJzrynMcCorvich: Greetings Lt.
Lt TKirr: Hi Gem =)
DrJzrynMcCorvich: Greetings Admiral Gem
AdmiralGem: >::sneaks in... yeah, right... ;-)
: Greetings Admiral Gem!
VAdm Sankoh
: Alright, let's get started... Major Zinthys, will you do the honors tonight?
Lt TKirr: <<I'm sorry all... computer fried in surge, had to rebuild =( >>
MajorAZinthys: What the hey...
MajorAZinthys: ::Fishes a whistle out of his other clothes::
MajorAZinthys: ::Blows into it::
MajorAZinthys: AttentiON!
MCptAdamDrake: ::@A::
Ensign FJ
: ::AA::
DrJzrynMcCorvich: ::AA::
KehjetRaidan: ::@SA::
VAdm Sankoh: All is eerily quiet in the vicinity of the Alexandria... there has been no response from the Romulans after our daring raid to gather much-needed dilithium.
VAdm Sankoh: So, the crew gets to enjoy one last bit of shoreleave before our next planned mission... which is much harder than the last one...
VAdm Sankoh: Questions?
VAdm Sankoh: Comments?
VAdm Sankoh: Snide remarks?
KehjetRaidan: See, when you ask for snide remarks, they're just not as cool. So I personally am not going to bother making any.
VAdm Sankoh: If there are none, then BEGIN SIM... and enjoy the rest while it lasts...
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
DrJzrynMcCorvich: ((That's my opinion as well Raidan))
DrJzrynMcCorvich: ::sits in her office in the main med bay::
VAdm Sankoh: ((And that's my ingenious plan to not have to deal with snide remarks! Muwahahahaha!))
MCptAdamDrake: ((Well, now that we know, it isn't going to work. :-P))
: ((That's a lame plan! Ingenius would be crafting your OWN snide remarks to fire back.))
DrJzrynMcCorvich: ((LOL . . . don't worry . . . in a few weeks, i'll get over not making them and back to my usual self))
VAdm Sankoh: ((I have the cattleprod in case it fails...))
KehjetRaidan: ((Mmm...the cattleprod...::shivers::-))
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::on the planet surface watching the planetarium exhibition thingy::
: (( ::laughs:: ))
MajorAZinthys: ::Wanders around the office, pondering the case of a Ferengi who's been stolen from::
MajorAZinthys: <<LoL>>
VAdm Sankoh: #::sitting at a bar on the planet with Kehjet, drinking a Saurian brandy::
Ensign FJ: @::Walks out of the Engineering seminar, yawning::
Lt TKirr: ::watching exhibition with Drake::
: ::raises and heads out of the medbay, knowing that her staff can handle things.::
KehjetRaidan: #::sitting in the White Mustang on the planet with Ahmad, drinking a Morrorian sybsinthe::
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::leans over and points to a cluster that isn't being talked much about:: <w> That's Alpha Tirinius, three planets - one habitable - and that's where I'm from.
Ensign FJ
: @::begins walking around the planet, looking over the city::
VAdm Sankoh: #::leans back, sipping at his brandy:: Ahhhhh.... that's the stuff.
Lt TKirr: @ <w> Interesting. Single sentient species?
: ::slowly makes her way around the station, sort of heading back to her quarters::
KehjetRaidan: #Just what the doctors didn't order.
DrJzrynMcCorvich: ((LOL))
VAdm Sankoh: #::eyes the pool table and watches the people playing, sizing them up::
KehjetRaidan: #I think the redhead's shaking her ass at you.
MCptAdamDrake: @ <w> Well, we've got the foreigners and such that we socialize with and have adopted into our clase system. Other than that, no. ::smiles and leans back::
: #Can't play worth a damn. Bet she's hoping you'll help her out. ::winks::
Lt TKirr: @ <w> ::nods and returns her full attention to the screen::
VAdm Sankoh
: #::chuckles:: I might help her put her money in my pocket.
DrJzrynMcCorvich: ::enters her quarters and looks around, seeing that she has a few messages waiting for her::
VAdm Sankoh: #::sees her miss horribly:: If she has any left.
Ensign FJ: @::taps his Com badge:: +Dr...+ ha nevermind, bettter not bother him...
KehjetRaidan: #Look at her boots. Expensive shit, Vulcan bat leather. She's got plenty of money.
VAdm Sankoh: #Not if she keeps playing like that. ::winces:: She's got some hidden agenda.
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::Watches as the planetarium screen goes dark and the lights come back on - people begin shuffling like mad people out of the arena::
: @ ::stands, but gets bumped back into his seat::
Lt TKirr
: @ ::watches the coved display above them initiate its conclusion::
Lt TKirr
: @ ::waits patiently::
: #Maybe she just really, really sucks.
MCptAdamDrake: @ OK, excuse you too. ::pushes himself up and then looks around:: Care to get something to eat, Lieutenant?
Lt TKirr
: @ ::nods::
: ::moves over to the table and opens the first message . . . a smile crosses her face::
Lt TKirr: @ ::stands, using Drake as human crowd-shield::
: @ ::pushes forward and walks into the lobby, people brushing past him and bumping him:: Excuse you, and you, and you, and you...
VAdm Sankoh
: #Shall we?
Lt TKirr: @ ::squirms past people into the even busier lobby::
Ensign FJ
: @::finds a small restraunt and walks in, taking a seat::
DrJzrynMcCorvich: ::she smiles down at the picture that comes up in the message.::
KehjetRaidan: #::grins:: Oh, we shall.
MCptAdamDrake: @ I hear that there is a great Pisnok stand down the street, you up for something new? ::smiles as he stops and lets a couple of people merge into the line::
Lt TKirr
: @ Pisnok?
Cmdr SaraMcNeil
has entered the room.
VAdm Sankoh: #::smiles with one side of his mouth as he stands with his brandy in hand::
MCptAdamDrake: @ Some sort of vegetable.
: @ Or was it fruit?
: @ Something like that.
: ::she saves the picture and moves on to the next message.::
Lt TKirr: @ I will try it. Lead the way, if you know it.
: #::tips her head back and finishes off the last of her drink::
Ensign FJ: ::figures out that the food is in a self-serve style, and begins taking food::
Lt TKirr: @ ::attempts to keep composure among the haste of the alien crowd::
VAdm Sankoh
: #::walks up to the rack of cues on the wall and selects one that is only slightly warped::
DrJzrynMcCorvich has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: @ Guy in the back of the line> Hey! That guy up there cut ahead of us, tell him to wait his turn!
: @ ::turns:: I let him in, buddy, it's OK.
Ensign FJ
: @::sits down and begins eating, all alone::
Lt TKirr: @ ::looks over her shoulder at the man, eyeing disdainfully::
: GITBOFL> I say get back! ::getting angry::
: #::grabs the cue with the pretty purple stripes::::pretty::
MCptAdamDrake: @ And I'm saying that it's OK with me that he goes ahead, calm down buddy!
: @ GITBOTL> I'm not your buddy.
Lt TKirr
: @ ::remains silent and watches Drake::
: @ ::mumbling to himself:: Thank God.
Lt TKirr
: @ ::wonders at Drake's quiet reply::
: @ ::pushes his way out of the building and walks down the path::
Lt TKirr
: @ ::hurries to keep up::
VAdm Sankoh
: # ::leans on the cue, asserting dibs on the next game::
Cmdr SaraMcNeil has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: @ GITBOTL> ::walks up behind Drake and spins him around:: Excuse me fella, what the hell do you think you were doing letting those people go ahead of you?
: #::leans on Ahmad, elbow on his shoulder::
Lt TKirr: @ ::stops and watches::
Ensign FJ
: @::Thinks about contacting Drake again::
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::turns, his eyes remaining calm:: I was trying to be polite, and if I hadn't let them, they would still be in there.
: @ GITBOTL> Better them than either you or I.
Lt TKirr
: @ There's no need to be offended, sir.
has entered the room.
VAdm Sankoh: #::sees the game end, the redhead losing horribly:: So, who wants the next game?
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::eyes glance down for a second:: Listen to me you slimey piece of worm-ridden filth! I couldn't give a damn where you were in line, and as far as I'm concerned, you can take a hike! Move along you inpolite idiot!
Ensign FJ
: @::finishes meal, and gets up and leaves the store::
KateLehrmann has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: @ GITBOTL> ::smiles:: Well, that makes more sense. ::turns around and walks away::
Lt TKirr
: @ ::moves between them, taking a calmer approach:: There has clearly been a misunderstanding of priority. It will not happen again.
Lt TKirr
: @ ::watches GITBOTL's back as he stalks away::
Captain Sullivan
has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: <<Hi Sulli =P>>
VAdm Sankoh
: <<::blinks in disbelief:: Suli!>>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Hello, everyone!>>
Washuu has entered the room.
MCptAdamDrake: @ T'Kirr, the first part of dealing with someone is that there is always an easier approach. Look at his hands, he's a Zaldan. Zaldan's are offended by manners - so you have to show them what for. He's not mad at me.
has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: {{Suli! How are you doing!?}}
Captain Sullivan: <<I'm fine! Trying to combat the jet lag!>>
Lt TKirr: @ ::confused:: I don't understand. Show them what?
: @ ::laughs as he begins walking:: 'The What For', it's an expression that means show them who's the boss and in command of the situation.
VAdm Sankoh
: #::sizes up the Klingon that volunteers for the next game::
Lt TKirr: @ Curious. That approach would never seem appropriate to me.
Lt TKirr
: <<LOL Klingon playing pool, that sounds dangerous..>>
: @ Only in some cases, Lieutenant.
VAdm Sankoh
: #You need a partner, buddy. ::to the Klingon::
Lt TKirr: @ ::nods as she follows, stowing the information::
: @ Here we are. ::looks a stand full of some oddly shaped fruit - or vegetables?::
: #::whispers to Ahmad:: Is roadkill-forehead male or female? I can never tell those wrinkleheads apart.
VAdm Sankoh: #::whispers back:: Male... the females are uglier.
KehjetRaidan: #Ah. You know, if his face is that ugly, I hate to see -- nevermind.
MajorAZinthys: <<ewww!!>>
VAdm Sankoh: Klingon> ::Grabs the redhead for lack of a better choice:: I'll shoot first and run the table. She'll never lose the game for me.
Lt TKirr: @ ::picks up an edible object, green/red speckled and round, and holds it hesitantly to her nose for a moment, then looks up at Drake::
Ensign FJ
: @+Drake+ Sir, just checking in...was Obveratory entertaining?
Ensign FJ: (forgive my misspellings)
VAdm Sankoh: #Klingon> ::takes out some latinum and puts it on the table:: You game?
KehjetRaidan: #::drops her own sack of latinum on the table:: Damn straight we're game. That bag was making my ass look big anyway.
KehjetRaidan: #Winning yours will at least even things out.
MCptAdamDrake: @ +FJ+ Yeah, quite, thanks. What about the exhibition?
VAdm Sankoh
: #Break `em, bigshot.
Captain Sullivan: <<Is that what my problem is? I have a bag of latinum in my pants??>>
VAdm Sankoh: #Klingon> ::growls at Kehjet::
Ensign FJ: @+Drake+ lets jjust say I was asked to leave do to falling asleep
MCptAdamDrake: @ +FJ+ Well, then sleep.
: <Is that a bag of latinum in your pants or...ah, nevermind. That joke's just too easy.>>
KehjetRaidan: #::gamely growls back::
Captain Sullivan: :::sips a cup of spiced cider as she walks through the station, inspecting things and looking for someone:::
VAdm Sankoh: #Klingon> ::grabs a stick and breaks the 9-ball rack, not sinking anything:: ::Roars::
Ensign FJ: +Drake+ I can only sleep when bored... like during your weekly Engineering briefings
MajorAZinthys: ::Fretting over this dumb Ferengi artifact:: <<::Makes a mental note to actually write this log::>>
Lt TKirr: @ ::converses with stand merchant, then approaches Drake, holding out a juicy item::
VAdm Sankoh
: #Take the shot. ::to Kehjet::
MCptAdamDrake: @ +FJ+ Extra Plasma Conduit Cleanings for you. ::smiles:: I'll see you back on the ship for that poker game - still up for it?
: #Yeah; meantime, get Ugly over there a damn breathmint.
Captain Sullivan: :::enters the local mandatory Ferengi run establishment and watches the action for a few minutes before approaching the bar:::::
VAdm Sankoh: #Hey buddy, if you'll drink a mint julep, I'll pay for it.
KehjetRaidan: <<LOL!>>
Ensign FJ: +Drake+ Yea, if you didnt avoid me everytime I try to play... we wouldve done it long ago.. Tell Tkirr Hello, or have a logical day... something nice, FJ out.
Washuu has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: @ ::raises a brow::
VAdm Sankoh
: #Klingon> I'll drink anything free.
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::smiles:: That's FJ for you. ::takes fruit - or vegetable:: Did you find out what it is?
Lt TKirr
: @ Fruit.
VAdm Sankoh
: #::shrugs and orders the man a mint julep:
MajorAZinthys: ::Wanders out of his office::
Washuu has left the room.
Captain Sullivan: :::slides onto a barstool and looks over the PADD in her hand waiting for the Ferengi bartender/owner of the establishment to approach, which he finally does:::
MCptAdamDrake: @ Are you sure? ::looks at it with a smile::
Lt TKirr
: @ ::takes her own speckled tryga and stabs it with a 3-pronged fork::
Lt TKirr
: @ According to the merchant.
: @ ::just takes bite out of the side::
: #::leans over the table backwards and shoots behind her, just because she can::::sinks a solid red ball in a corner pocket::
Lt TKirr: @ ::slips a bite of pulp into her mouth, approving of the taste::
: @ ::swallows:: Sweet, and tangy at the same time. Amazing...
Lt TKirr
: @ ::looks about for a place to sit::
VAdm Sankoh
: #::nods, knewing she'd make the shot:;
Captain Sullivan: Quog> Captain Sullivan... it has been quite some time since you have graced my with your presence.
Lt TKirr: @ ::nods in agreement::
Ensign FJ
: @::takes out a PADD and begins noting things in it while walking down the street::
Lt TKirr: @ ::looks at Drake and points to a nearby bench, having just been deserted by its previous occupant::
Captain Sullivan
: Can it, Quog. I'm not in the mood for your pandering. I got your message. It sounds as if you found what it is that I'm looking for.
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::nods as he takes another bite, he walks over and sits down::
Lt TKirr
: @ ::sits and digs further into her fruit::
Ensign FJ
: @::wonders if it wouldn't have been easier to just simulate all this in the holodeck::
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::swallows again:: Lovely day too, not too hot and not too cold.
VAdm Sankoh
: #Klingon> ::drinks the mint julep with an odd look on his face:: Hmm. Not bad for a human drink.
MajorAZinthys: ::Grabs a PADD and heads out for a walk::
Lt TKirr: @ ::between bites:: I would prefer warmer, but it is adequate for the normal climate.
Captain Sullivan
: QUog> :::nods and smiles a toothy grin::: I think that I have found exactly what it is that you had in mind. :::leans in and whispers::: Its in bay 14.... if you care to have a look.... we can discuss the payment once you have
Captain Sullivan: viewed the goods.
Captain Sullivan: :::stands::: Excellent. I'll go there now.
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::smiles:: Ah, a Vulcan perspective. Don't you ever just say that 'it's gorgeous outside!' Or 'what a beautiful day'? Like that?
: #Redhead>::snaps her gum and twirls her hair around her finger, staring dumbly at the ceiling::
VAdm Sankoh: #Klingon> ::growls at Kehjet for making the shot, his breath minty fresh::
Ensign FJ: (hmm... beautiful day... watch it Drake =)
MCptAdamDrake: ((Damn! He caught it!))
: <<::laughs::>>
Lt TKirr: <<LOL>>
Ensign FJ
: (I could catch it in my sleep =)
Lt TKirr: @ ::keeps her eyes on her emerging bowl, apparently studying it intently:: That wouldn't be very informative.
Captain Sullivan
: :::stands and exits the bar still preoccupied with the PADD in her hand:::: *Hank* Sullivan to Hank.... do you have a moment to meet me in bay 14.... I need you expertise opinion on a piece of equipment.
MCptAdamDrake: @ It's not all about being informative.
: >lol... it's his 'golden snitch'. ;-)
Captain Sullivan
: Hank> *Sullivan* I'll be right there, Captain.
Lt TKirr: @ ::finally looks at Drake:: Explain.
Captain Sullivan
: :::steps into the appropriate lift and signals it to take her to the proper deck and section:::
MCptAdamDrake: @ It's about the feeling of things, not just telling the blatantly obvious. Like, if I said right now - hypothetically speaking - that you were 'good-looking' most people would understand what I mean.
Lt TKirr
: <<::smacks her head::>>
: @ I'm not going to say 'you're eyes are wonderfully tinted in green' and 'your skin is a light amber'. ::laughs:: It wouldn't work.
: @ Do you get what I'm saying? ::takes another bite of Pisnok::
Lt TKirr
: @ ::frowns with her eyes, questioning::
Lt TKirr
: @ I'm afraid not..
Captain Sullivan
: :::sees Hank standing outside bay 14 and approaches::: I hope its the real deal this time... the last four were... not acceptable.
MCptAdamDrake: @ Well, I guess there are just some things that you can't teach a Vulcan.
Captain Sullivan
: :::punches in her security clearances and the door swishes open:::
KehjetRaidan: #::takes several more shots, sinking five balls:::deliberately misses, figuring on giving their opponents a fighting chance::
Lt TKirr: @ ::thinks about the idea, disturbed by its implications::
Lt TKirr
: <<Heheh go Kehjet>>
VAdm Sankoh
: #::Smirks, knowing it's the redhead's shot anyway::
AdmiralGem has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: @ I'm not implicating anything, just on this particular subject.
Lt TKirr
: @ ::looks up at Drake again, wondering at how his train of thought matched hers::
: #Redhead> ::steps up to the table and leans over, her surgically enhanced breasts jiggling ridiculously::
MCptAdamDrake: @ Amazed? Don't be.
Captain Sullivan
: :::they enter and look at the small craft that rests in the middle of the bay:::
Lt TKirr: @ ::about to dismiss the thought, abandons the idea at Drake's latest comment::
VAdm Sankoh
: #::can't help but to admire the redhead's rear as she bends over to shoot::
Captain Sullivan: ::::they look at each other::: Well, its the real deal this time. Question is.... is it worth the trouble of refitting and refurbishing.
KehjetRaidan: #Redhead> ::aims carefully, closing one eye, wiggling her rear around in midair::
Captain Sullivan: Hank> Yep. One Velocity class starskimmer. Looks to be pre-war design... which makes sense since they were discontinued shortly into the war.
MCptAdamDrake: @ If Vulcans were premitted to drop their jaws at something, this would be that time. ::smiles as he takes another bite::
Lt TKirr
: @ ::stops staring and pokes purposefully at her almost-dripping fruit::
: @ Are you confused?
: #Redhead>::shoots::::the cue smacks the ball right on it's underside, causing it to leap an inch in the air and roll sevearl inches forward, hitting nothing::
Cactussbut has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: @ Apparently, you already know.
VAdm Sankoh
: #::smirks and steps up to the table::
MajorAZinthys has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: @ I'm sorry if I butted in, but I'm a Betazoid. 3/4 actually, my mother was 1/2 Betazoid 1/2 Human.
Captain Sullivan
: :::climbs in and tries to fire up the systems... which fail::: Well, I guess that was too much to hopre for.
MCptAdamDrake: @ I didn't impede on you at all, did I?
VAdm Sankoh
: #::studies it for a few seconds, then runs the rest of the balls:: Well, that's game. ::picks up the Klingon's latinum::
Lt TKirr: @ ::looks at Drake, outwardly calm:: Of course not.
Captain Sullivan
: Hank> :::begins digging through the systems::: Not great... but salvagable.... you could get years of therapy from working on it.
VAdm Sankoh: #Klingon> You cheated! ::roars and swings his cue at Ahmad:::
VAdm Sankoh: #::sidesteps the cue::
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::smiles:: OK, I apologize again anyway.
: #Oo! Fencing! ::swats at the Klingon's cue with her own::
Captain Sullivan: Can we get the parts? :::slides herself under the craft::::
VAdm Sankoh: #Klingon> ::roars and swings the cue at Kehjet like a bat'leth::
Lt TKirr: @ ::pokes at her mushy fruit, mind seizing up walls, guilty she was unprepared::
VAdm Sankoh
: #::kicks the Klingon in the ass:: Hey, big guy, don't hit women.
Captain Sullivan: Hank> Might be able to get most of them.... some can be replicated... the rest would need to be altered from existing systems.
VAdm Sankoh: #::of course, causing a nice distraction for Kehjet to strike::
Lt TKirr: <<Oo oo, start throwing pool balls, those gotta hurt more =P>>
: @ ::realizes he overstepped his bounds:: I, uh, apologize. I shouldn't have intruded. ::stands, unsure of how to proceed::
Captain Sullivan
: Hank> :::hmmmms as he continues poking:::: I dare say you could probably squeeeeeze warp 8 out of her eventually.
MajorAZinthys has entered the room.
KehjetRaidan: #::breaks the cue over the Klingon's enormous wrinkled head::
Lt TKirr: @ ::stands with Drake:: There is no problem, Mr. Drake.
VAdm Sankoh
: #::drops an elbow on the back of his head as the rest of the bar pays them no mind, this a normal occurrence::
Captain Sullivan: :::slides out::: You think so?
Captain Sullivan: Hank> Yep. A little body work... she could shape up to be a beauty.
KehjetRaidan: #::knees him under the chin so his head snaps back upwards and he gets that nice whiplash effect::
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::kind of relaxes:: Well, I should be getting back anyway. Coming, or do you care to remain here?
VAdm Sankoh
: #Klingon> ::Drops::
Captain Sullivan: :::nods::: Excellent. I think I shall broker a deal....
Ensign FJ: @::wakes up sitting in a seat outside one of the local shops...:: Yikes, I better get back to my beam out location, ::begins walking
KehjetRaidan: #Aw. Down already. We're getting too good at this, Eight-ball.
Lt TKirr: @ I will be up shortly.
: @ ::nods:: I had a great time, Lieutenant.
Captain Sullivan
: Hank> Don't let him soak you on it.... there is a lot of work to be done.... :::smiles as he notices that she is already punching a preliminary inventory of parts that she will need:::
Lt TKirr: @ ::shifts the tryga in her hand, feeling the need to finish it out of habit, but having very little appetite::
Lt TKirr
: @ ::bows her head in farewell::
VAdm Sankoh
: #Yeah, really. ::loots the Klingon, finds the rest of his money and uses it to pay the bartender for their drinks and the broken cue::
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::turns away and tosses his remaining fruit in the trash and walks around a corner:: +Alexandria+ Drake to Transporter Control, one to beam up.
: #::takes the broken cue with her as a trophy::
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::shimmers away as he internally scolded himself for poking at her mind::
Lt TKirr
: @ ::lets out a held breath, then stares off into space::
: #::grins at Ahmad:: The redhead looks kind of lost. You gonna buy her a drink?
VAdm Sankoh: #She's not really my type, you know.
Lt TKirr: @ ::concludes to keep her barriers up from now on, looks at her fruit, then tosses it deftly into the trash::
: #Yeah. I think she's naturally a blonde.
VAdm Sankoh: #I'm not that into vacuous arm candy.
Lt TKirr: <<lol!>>
Ensign FJ
: @::steps into the seminar area:: +TR+ 1 too beam up please...
KehjetRaidan: <<LOL>>
VAdm Sankoh: #Let's get out of here before Ugly wakes up.
KehjetRaidan: #Where to?
Ensign FJ: ::materializes in the TR.:: Thank you chief
VAdm Sankoh: #::walks over to the redhead:: You might want to get out of here, lady, before you lose those flashy boots, among other things.
VAdm Sankoh: #::saunters out onto the street with Kehjet:: So, where can we spend our haul?
MCptAdamDrake: @ ::shimmers into TR21 and walks out onto the deck:: Crew quarters, home sweet home. ::wanders into his quarters and the doors swish behind him::
: #Dunno. Never really been the shopping type. More fun to steal it. ::winks::
Ensign FJ: ::walks out into a corridor, trying to get to his quarters, while at the same time avoiding Engineering, and Drake::
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
KehjetRaidan: .#::tosses a bar at a raggedy homeless guy who looks like he needs it::
KehjetRaidan: ::and then pauses::
Captain Sullivan: :::pauses:::
Lt TKirr: ::paused::
Ensign FJ
: ::paused::
MCptAdamDrake: ::paused::
VAdm Sankoh
: ::clears his throat::
MajorAZinthys: ::Blows into his borrowed whistle again::
MajorAZinthys: ATTENTION!!
MCptAdamDrake: ::@A::
Ensign FJ
: ::AA::
KehjetRaidan: ::@SA::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
Captain Sullivan
: :::stops checking her pockets when she realizes that he has her whistle:::
MajorAZinthys: ::Replaces the whistle into that "other guy's" pocket::
Washuu has entered the room.
VAdm Sankoh: ::looks at the assembled bunch::
Washuu has left the room.
VAdm Sankoh: Ensign FJ, front and center!
Captain Sullivan: :::humms a ominous tune:::
Ensign FJ: ::steps up toward the Admiral::
MCptAdamDrake: ::hums 'Beautiful Day' by U2::
: ::pokes at the ensign with the broken cue when he walks by::
VAdm Sankoh: Ensign FJ, you have impressed me. You shouldn't have done that, you know.
Captain Sullivan: Bad thing... definately a bad thing
Ensign FJ: Sorry sir, but it'll probably happen again... and again...and again
MajorAZinthys: ::Eyes widen::
VAdm Sankoh: You've attended well, demonstrated continually improving performance, and even written logs! I can't have ensigns doing that.
MCptAdamDrake: ::shakes head::
VAdm Sankoh
: So, I have no choice....
VAdm Sankoh: Captain, get me The Box.
Ensign FJ: ::shieks::
Captain Sullivan: Would that be... the... BOX?
Captain Sullivan: :::checks her pockets and then the storage shed::::
Captain Sullivan: :::comes back, blowing the dust off the box and carrying a jar:::
Lt TKirr: ::taps her foot::
Captain Sullivan
: :::hands the box to Sankoh:::
VAdm Sankoh: Ah, yes, and you even remembered the jar.
Captain Sullivan: How could I forget the jar!?
Captain Sullivan: :::grins evilly:::
VAdm Sankoh: First thing's first, Ensign... as a rite of passage before your punishment...
MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles being he never had to do this::
VAdm Sankoh
: You must eat a bug! ::nods to Suli to present the jar of bugs to him:: Your choice on which one.
Captain Sullivan: :::holds the jar out:::: Just stick your hand in there and pick oneout!
Ensign FJ: ::looks in the jar:: ehh.. ::reaches in a pull one out::
Captain Sullivan: Excellent choice! Extra wiggly!
VAdm Sankoh: Lots of legs, too!
Lt TKirr: ::is about to vomit::
Captain Sullivan
: And three heads!
MajorAZinthys: EAT A BUG!
MajorAZinthys: EAT A BUG!
MajorAZinthys: EAT A BUG!
Captain Sullivan: EAT A BUG!
VAdm Sankoh: Eat a bug! Eat a bug!
Ensign FJ: yikes ::looks over the size... and all those legs:: Oh well, ::hold it in the air and drops it into his mouth letting it slide down his throat::
VAdm Sankoh: YEAH!
MajorAZinthys: ::Cheers wildly::
MCptAdamDrake: ::claps::
VAdm Sankoh
Lt TKirr: <<more like climb down>>
Lt TKirr
: ::claps sickly::
Ensign FJ
: ::licks a bit of guts off his front 2 teeth:: Beefy
Captain Sullivan: :::hoots and hollars!:::
VAdm Sankoh: Alright, so, he survived that, so he must be ready.
Captain Sullivan: :::nods::: We'll check the toxicology reports later.
VAdm Sankoh: ::gets the Vorpal Pip of Slaying +5 from The Box::
Lt TKirr: ::squirms, feeling her bug inside getting excited at the newest member::
has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: ::waves bye to Kehjet::
VAdm Sankoh
: Ensign FJ, by the power vested in me by some damned fool, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade, with all the rights and privileges thereof!
Captain Sullivan: :::claps:::
VAdm Sankoh: ::pips him, drawing blood::
Lt TKirr: Hurray! ::claps::
: ::claps and cheers:: Way to go! It's a beautiful day!
Ensign FJ
: ::smiles goofily:: thank you
Captain Sullivan: :::wolf whistles:::
VAdm Sankoh: Now, that is all I have for tonight. Drinks are on FJ.
Ensign FJ: ::begins to slowly step back in place::
Captain Sullivan: :::tosses her bourbon on FJ:::
VAdm Sankoh: That is all I have for tonight. Captain?
Captain Sullivan: :::holds her hand out to Zinthys::::
Captain Sullivan: :::elbows him::: Hand it over
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks at her funny::
Captain Sullivan: :::reaches her hand in his pants pocket::: That's not it... oh, there it is.... :::takes out her whistle:::
Captain Sullivan: Company!
Captain Sullivan: Dis-MISSED!
MCptAdamDrake: WELL ALL, GOTTA JET! Pre-Calculus homework is beckoning to me!
: ::Snatches Victor's whistle back from her:
MajorAZinthys: :
MCptAdamDrake has left the room.
MajorAZinthys: Gech'er own!
Lt TKirr: See ya'all next week!
Ensign FJ
: Good night akk
Ensign FJ: all*
VAdm Sankoh: Good night, all!
VAdm Sankoh has left the room.
Captain Sullivan: Night, all!
Captain Sullivan has left the room.
Ensign FJ has left the room.